The house was broken. As a house - that is as something to keep the elements out and keep you safe - it didn't work. He stood on the broken porch in the shade of the broken roof and felt the summer heat desiccate and wither everything in the yard behind him. The house would take a lot of work but he had time and it felt good to have a project. But before th...
For over an hour, Hafred led his highborn companions through woods that would be difficult to navigate even by the light of day. The pervasive darkness of the night and the fact that he had now trod further under those trees than he had ventured in many a year did not bode well for his sense of direction. Yet there were subtle signs that he was on the right...
Sometimes, when I was a high school junior, I would do this at home after school. There was no one in the house till my mother got through at work and got home at eleven ten every night. I would lock the doors as soon as I got home. My Boston Bulldog, Ricky, having died the year before, I had no one to talk with. I had one friend in high school. I had one su...
First things that I'll say about this story are that this is my first attempt into the Loving Wives category. Second, this is not porn, there is NO sex in this story, zippo, none. There's also no dialogue, the first part of the first sentence says it all, The thoughts going through my mind. are what's in the story. It's a story about infidelity, it's told...
SIW : Adam O'Neill Here we are with the next part of the SIW Chronicles. I'm giving a bit of warning, part of this will be hard to read. It involves a kidnapping, drugging, abuse and rape of a person. It part of Bronwille's past and thus included in the story, if you don't want to read this, that is perfectly understandable. In this case just skip the story...
########## Chapter Two I witness others broken to the chakra ########## I awoke not to the sound of fighting, but fucking. And not the high-pitched squeals and cries of women, but the throatier entreaties of men who were either pleading and begging or moaning out their pleasures nearby. And around me there appeared to be several Altan men, some still...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
The coolness of His hand will never cease to startle me. He is always cold, and His skin bears the reminder. Each brush of His hand over my shoulder, even though my shirt, causes me to shiver and tremble, both due to the temperature and the arousal that His touch brings. "Tonight, you will remember, love." I nod, eyes closed in shame and cheeks burning wit...
Deep in the forest of the Sumava National Park, the young Czech park ranger groaned and braced himself against his truck as Montana Quimm, the gorgeous twenty-four year old brunette adventuress kneeling before him, slid her plump wet lips up and down his thick dick, spit dribbling down off his shaft and onto the tops of her ripe breasts, which were practical...
Diesel fumes hung over the trailer park like a cloud, courtesy of Interstate 95, as the tractor trailer convoys rumbled through the night. It was as close to hell on earth as Mike Stone could ever have imagined, yet here he was... Corporate downsizing during this infinite recession had robbed him of a cushy advertising job. Just two years out of college, he...